A little inn flying a Swiss flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. ‘It is London’s loss, ma’am. Miching Mallecho. But I'd a mind to try whether you really loved him as much as you pretended.
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